AMIL's ANECDOTE

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Amil was delighted to open her email and be greeted by electronic mail from Spotify, formally inviting her to an alcohol tasting for a famous rapper's collab with the brand Cognac. They granted her a plus one, and of course Amil had Zion in mind, but unfortunately he couldn't make it due to a ceremony at work for his promotion at work. Amil was torn, as she wanted to be there for him during this pivotal moment, but she also didn't want to miss out on any interviews that she could get in tonight.

"You sure you don't mind me not going to the ceremony?" Amil quizzed as she pumped a bit of lotion into her hands and stepped out of the bathroom, to face her man. "I'm sure, baby." Zion announced, sitting his hat on his head and turning around to kiss her forehead. Amil assumed he skipped her lips because of her lip combo being on and he knew how serious she was about her brown liner and both pink and clear glosses bedecking her lips.

Without looking Amil opened the drawer and pulled out her cheetah print edge brush. She didn't take much with her when she camped out at her grandmother's for a few, which made her believe that deep down inside she knew that she wouldn't be away for long. All of her things were exactly how she left them, pushing her to think Zion shared the same exact sentiments as her. All was back to its normal state after the short lived staycation. It took a couple days of thinking, only for her to deem herself as ready to go back to her man's house.

"I'd feel selfish if you did—Spotify formally invited you, bae. I'm all for you taking opportunities that's gon' get you closer to your dreams." He added, picking up the conversation while sticking his golden pins onto his blue uniform suit jacket. "There's gonna be plenty more ceremonies for my boring ass job." He assured.

"This ain't the first or the last ceremony, but it is your first time being invited to an event by a major corporation, so you definitely can't miss that." Zion continued. Amil sprayed a bit of perfume on both sides of her neck and on both of her wrists, before stepping into the full length mirror and examining her outfit. She wore a blue Dior monogram long sleeve button down top, that she fixed to show off some cleavage, she also faintly rolled up the sleeves to flaunt her arm candy. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pleated navy blue mini skirt and on her feet were a pair of Isabel Marant sneakers heels.

"We'll meet up at the end of the night...head to Blue's." Zion announced, doing a goofy little dance that scored a chuckle from Amil. He danced all the way over to his girlfriend, allowing himself to pull her into a hug. "I got something for you." He announced before seductively kissing her neck. A smoke formed on Amil's blemish free face as she looked up at him. Like the true material girl she was, she was truly smitten over the mention of endowments.

"What is it?" Amil quizzed, watching Zion with a sparkle in both of her brown downturned eyes. "I gotta go get it." Zion replied, gracefully slipping out of her hold and stepping out of the room. Amil sat in one of the accent chairs and crossed her legs while waiting. Moments later, Zion appeared back into the room with a two large flower bouquets in each of his hands.

Amil's eyebrows furrowed as she let out a chuckle, "What are these for?" She quizzed, taking ahold of the one bouquet her boyfriend was handing her. "Well, these are congratulations flowers, for landing the Spotify event." Zion announced. Upon further inspection, she found little gifts inside the bouquet. It didn't take long for her to spot a brand new Fenty gloss and liner combo, a stack of bangles from Amil's favorite Arabian jewelry store, and a new bottle of her fancy body wash that Zion used while she was away.

"Thank you, honey." Amil replied, eyeing the arrangement with a smile on her face. Truthfully, she wasn't a big flower girl, she just loved the feeling of being thought about. It was nice to wake up to a reminder of your lover's love in efflorescence form. Zion was the kind of man that went to a florist as well, which made it even more special to Amil. He never brought flowers that were randomly assorted, but flowered that her picked by him with special reasoning. "What are those for?" She questioned, using her free hand to point to the vase that he was still holding in his hand.